This morning was actually fairly normal. Mother didn't get angry at me for anything, and I was able to leave the house at a fairly normal time and all. Got to the bus loop at my highschool. Math didn't get off the bus so I didn't get to yell angrily at him like I had planned. Oh well. Forgot my ipod again, but I didn't read this time, I just kind of.... sat there and thought. Oh and I guess I should mention while I was walking away from my car I saw an old friend of mine from my home school. She waved at me I waved at her and then I kept moving. She doesn't need to be named because I doubt I'll see her again often enough after this. Though if that does miraculously happen I will name her, don't doubt that.
Morning at school was boring. Wasn't able to catch my crush. Not that I tried that hard. Gave my English teacher a coffee cup sticker I had made. She really liked it, which is cool. Yeah. Otherwise not much happened in the morning except me running around a bit.
First period was fun. We discussed some interesting things. We had a prompt, soon as we came into class, and it was "What do you consider american" or something like that. I'm too lazy to go look in my notebook and tell you exactly what it was. Nicely enough, even though I thought I was going to fail at the prompt I thought of a single thing that makes somebody american and pretty much wrote my whole... three quarters of a page on that. The rest of the class was discussing, whether on that or on the book we had to read over the summer.
Physics was... interesting to say the least. If it wasn't my cube being broke like it did last time it was my newest cube being stolen from me and then handed off between people while I'm not looking and then laughing and leaving me in the dark when I am. Luckily I don't care enough to get mad at them only to get a little irritated, but I still laugh along. Arsenic and ... and... I have found a person I need a name for. Let's call him... Bruss. Like brussel sprouts. Even though that's totally not where I got the name from. I'll add him to the list once I've finished and posted this. I have a feeling I'm am in now way going to be able to pay attention in Physics with Arsenic and Bruss in the same class. Thank god I rarely have that happen. Unfortunate that I sit right in between them in this class. Of course I picked the seat. But I'm too good of friends with Arsenic not to have. Plus I'm supposed to help her with this class too, so it's best really if I had sat there. So I will have to deal with the two of them. Their cool though. In a way they will make Physics bearable.
So I meant to have lunch with my crush. Couldn't find him though, like seriously. It was weird. I looked everywhere I knew that he could have been too, minus classrooms around the school. Maybe he wasn't here today. Either way I'm determined to find him come Monday morning.
Creative writing came after Physics. Now that was fun. We discussed what non-fiction was and what essays were. Read some interesting passages. One of them was about "dirty" barbies. Hilarious to say the least considering that the two kids in the story were probably like... eight. Maybe ten at the most. I feel like I'm starting to get to know the ninth graders more. Or at least the ones in this class. There's only one guy in the class too which I find funny. I think I'll call him One just for that reason. When we set up the circle that we sat in today he ended up like.. almost straight across from me. Weirdly it seemed like we kept passing glances every five minutes or something. No idea what was up with that, except after a while I'd start just glancing at him to see if he was glancing at me. Meh. Probably all just coincidental. He was probably thinking it was weird as well anyway.
History... I hated history. Yet I loved it too. I hated it because she gave us four different texts books to take home. Loved it because we took a personality type quiz and then talked about it and it's relation to what we'll be doing in class. Then we wasted the rest of the class by discussing 9/11 and what we remember about it and then anything branching off of that. Good and bad end to the day really.
Went to the bus. Rode the bus home. Wasn't that exciting. Got in my car and came home. Mother got angry at me for not calling her soon as I got home. Mother made me clean before I could do my homework. Got mad at me because I just sat and waited for her to tell me what to clean. Anytime I explain that I can't just do anything without being told they revert to saying that you can't do that with a job. You have to just get up and do it. Do they consider the fact that I will never have a job in cleaning? I would fail at a job in cleaning. Because I don't know what to do. If my mother had been having me program something for her or fix dinner (If I actually knew how to fix what she wanted), I could have just gone and done everything needed without someone telling me. Not when it comes to cleaning. I have no clue then. Gah.
Anyway. Day wasn't all that interesting, but I still have to report it, so that's what I tried to do.
Morning at school was boring. Wasn't able to catch my crush. Not that I tried that hard. Gave my English teacher a coffee cup sticker I had made. She really liked it, which is cool. Yeah. Otherwise not much happened in the morning except me running around a bit.
First period was fun. We discussed some interesting things. We had a prompt, soon as we came into class, and it was "What do you consider american" or something like that. I'm too lazy to go look in my notebook and tell you exactly what it was. Nicely enough, even though I thought I was going to fail at the prompt I thought of a single thing that makes somebody american and pretty much wrote my whole... three quarters of a page on that. The rest of the class was discussing, whether on that or on the book we had to read over the summer.
Physics was... interesting to say the least. If it wasn't my cube being broke like it did last time it was my newest cube being stolen from me and then handed off between people while I'm not looking and then laughing and leaving me in the dark when I am. Luckily I don't care enough to get mad at them only to get a little irritated, but I still laugh along. Arsenic and ... and... I have found a person I need a name for. Let's call him... Bruss. Like brussel sprouts. Even though that's totally not where I got the name from. I'll add him to the list once I've finished and posted this. I have a feeling I'm am in now way going to be able to pay attention in Physics with Arsenic and Bruss in the same class. Thank god I rarely have that happen. Unfortunate that I sit right in between them in this class. Of course I picked the seat. But I'm too good of friends with Arsenic not to have. Plus I'm supposed to help her with this class too, so it's best really if I had sat there. So I will have to deal with the two of them. Their cool though. In a way they will make Physics bearable.
So I meant to have lunch with my crush. Couldn't find him though, like seriously. It was weird. I looked everywhere I knew that he could have been too, minus classrooms around the school. Maybe he wasn't here today. Either way I'm determined to find him come Monday morning.
Creative writing came after Physics. Now that was fun. We discussed what non-fiction was and what essays were. Read some interesting passages. One of them was about "dirty" barbies. Hilarious to say the least considering that the two kids in the story were probably like... eight. Maybe ten at the most. I feel like I'm starting to get to know the ninth graders more. Or at least the ones in this class. There's only one guy in the class too which I find funny. I think I'll call him One just for that reason. When we set up the circle that we sat in today he ended up like.. almost straight across from me. Weirdly it seemed like we kept passing glances every five minutes or something. No idea what was up with that, except after a while I'd start just glancing at him to see if he was glancing at me. Meh. Probably all just coincidental. He was probably thinking it was weird as well anyway.
History... I hated history. Yet I loved it too. I hated it because she gave us four different texts books to take home. Loved it because we took a personality type quiz and then talked about it and it's relation to what we'll be doing in class. Then we wasted the rest of the class by discussing 9/11 and what we remember about it and then anything branching off of that. Good and bad end to the day really.
Went to the bus. Rode the bus home. Wasn't that exciting. Got in my car and came home. Mother got angry at me for not calling her soon as I got home. Mother made me clean before I could do my homework. Got mad at me because I just sat and waited for her to tell me what to clean. Anytime I explain that I can't just do anything without being told they revert to saying that you can't do that with a job. You have to just get up and do it. Do they consider the fact that I will never have a job in cleaning? I would fail at a job in cleaning. Because I don't know what to do. If my mother had been having me program something for her or fix dinner (If I actually knew how to fix what she wanted), I could have just gone and done everything needed without someone telling me. Not when it comes to cleaning. I have no clue then. Gah.
Anyway. Day wasn't all that interesting, but I still have to report it, so that's what I tried to do.
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